Warning: This fan fiction is rated because of cursing and other dark themes, although it contains nothing graphic.

A/N: This story is AU - it contains cliches, OC's, and other elements along that line. HORCRUXES ARE IGNORED IN THIS STORYLINE. I repeat no horcruxes. If those things do not appease to you, don't read it. I would however encourage you to give it a chance. I usually avoid fan fiction of this type and here I am writing my own. Makes me a big hypocrite doesn't it? Looking for title change.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and do not make any profit off this.


The Heir Rising

(first installment)


Prologue

Their relationship was purely lust; not once did she feel an ounce of love for the man she often found herself tangled in bed with. There was a time when she thought she did, when she would get him the moon just for asking. However, it wasn't long before he showed his true colors. Underneath that handsome face and promising words and charismatic smile was an evil bastard.

And yet she stayed.

Every night she found her self asking why, why, why, even as she screamed with pleasure, as she cringed in horror that first night she was allowed to attend his 'business meetings'.

Maybe it was because she'd known all along, deep down. Because she couldn't help but feel drawn to his twisted brain and wicked ways. It made her feel alive, drinking up his words like a fine wine. She got high just being around him, his effortless ease to everything he did hiding the two-faced snake he was, just waiting to come out and play.

If it made her a bad person so be it. She walked a tightrope between her everyday life and her relationship with him. One filled with a sense of normalcy, another exotic and new. One where she was a powerful member of the Ministry, another where she was a helpless toy.

But she never forgot, that forever and always she was a Ravenclaw. Smart and wise. Slytherins were not the only one's who could be cunning. She made sure she always had the upper hand, even though he did not know it himself.

Listening to his late night conversations. Snooping around his room of trinkets when he slipped out before dawn, always back as the sun rose, believing she was in the middle of a deep sleep. Storing away the odd scream that wafted up from some secret room. Reading his journals.

She tiptoed around him, well at the same time giving him everything, She was careful. Each night she told herself was the last, for as weeks turned into months and his estate became more common then her own, the chance for slip up becoming higher and higher every time the sun went down well she was purring in his arms. It was only a matter of time.

And then everything went to hell.


Reagan stared in disdain as the scrawny boy climbed on to the wooden stool and the ratty hat covered his eyes. When his name was first called the Great Hall had broken out in whispers and speculations. "It's Harry bloody Potter!" and "Can it be?" and "Wow, you know he defeated You-Know-Who when he was just a baby?" and many more along those lines.

Her own friend Madeline had audibly gasped as he walked painfully slow across, shoulders hunched in a way that made her cringe. He was already small enough, no need to make yourself smaller for Merlin's sake.

"Which house do you think he'll be in?" the girl inquired into her ear, breath hot on her own neck.

"I bet you five knuts it'll be Gryffindor," Blake said in a low voice across the table, evidently having heard Madeline question. Blake was good with statistics and numbers, probabilities and such. He made bets on everything and anything, which got quite annoying after a while. Eventually people stopped going up against him, realizing they were just going to lose their money.

"Deal," Madeline smirked, glancing back over to where the 'Boy Who Lived,' was still being sorted.

"Gryffindor!" the hat yelled and the Great Hall broke into loud applause, many of the excited hoots coming from Potter's new house. The claps were louder then normal and she could tell the boy realized it too, as his cheeks flamed red and he sunk quickly into a seat at his table.

Blake grinned triumphantly. "Ha! I win, meaning you owe me!"

Reagan rolled her eyes as Madeline grumbled something about getting it later because her money was all stored away in her trunk up in the dormitories. The girl never learned; she always had to be right, be the winner, and wouldn't stop accepting Blake's wagering until she won. Which was probably never.

"I'm just happy he's not in Ravenclaw," Reagan said as Ronald Weasley was sorted into Gryffindor with the rest of the red heads.

"Why?" Madeline asked. "Wouldn't it be cool to have the Savior of the Wizarding World in our house? It's an honor."

"Oh, please," Blake replied flippantly. "He's worth just as much as any other Firstie, accept, you know, he's famous. But it would be nice. There aren't many of us this year. Only six,"

Reagan was cut off before she could continue, by the Headmaster as he began his speech. Well not as much of a speech as welcoming the new first years.

"He's mad," a first year, sitting not far down the table, proclaimed, staring at him with wide eyes.

"You bet," Blake smirked. "He was a Ravenclaw, just like you. It's only a matter of time before you start becoming just like him. All Ravenclaws are mad, its in the description."

She recognized the boy as Terry Boot as his eyes got even bigger, matching the expression that he wore when he was getting sorted.

Madeline rolled her eyes. "Oh, stop taunting him. Just because you're off your rocker doesn't mean the rest of us can't function in society like normal people."

"And anyway Dumbledore is really an admirable wizard." Reagan said.

"Oh," Terry Boot, said giving them one more look before turning back over to his fellow first years. The trio of friends laughed.

"How I love messing with the firsties!"

The rest of the welcoming feast went through calmly and peacefully. It was a rare occasion to find so many Ravenclaws in the Dining Hall at once, considering most of them liked to skip meals in favor of 'non curricular activities,' meaning experiments that would most likely lead to the common room covered in substances that may or may not be dangerous.

Reagan was in the middle of a heated debate with some fourth years on whether Moly, when used correctly could be used to see hidden enchantments and other magical elements that were unable to be seen by a wizard or witches naked eye, when Dumbledore banged his goblet on the Staff table.

Reagan toned out his usual speech when something he said caught her attention. "The third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not want to die a very painful death."

"Guess that means it doesn't apply to us right? I mean if I'm going to die, I'd want it to be extremely painful, because if its painful it must be interesting and who would want to die a boring death. It's like if Dumbledore were to suddenly choke on his shepherd pie and die, that'd be pretty anti-climatic considering everything he's done. No one would remember him then, no matter how powerful and great he is." Blake said,

"That," Reagan replied. "Has got to be the stupidest, most idiotic thing I have ever heard."

"It makes perfect sense!"

"So," Madeline cut in. "What do you think he's hiding? I mean we have nothing to go on besides whats ever in there can kill you painfully and the Forbidden Forest is stocked full of that."

"I don't know," Reagan said skeptically, glancing over at the Headmaster with his twinkling eyes.

By the time they arrived at their dorms all Reagan wanted to do was sleep. Her plans however were interrupted as Madeline pushed aside her curtains and slipped into bed with her.

"What do you want?" Reagan groaned as she dragged herself into a sitting position so she was level with Madeline. Most of the other Ravenclaws were still up, going over summer discoveries and homework's, but Reagan always preferred to get a full night's sleep on the first day, knowing it wouldn't happen again until at least Christmas break.

"You didn't get to tell me what your summer was like. Any trouble with the rent's?"

Reagan's parents died when she was a baby, leaving her with a very powerful pure blood family who had been close with her father. She knew nothing of her biological family, not even their names. She'd been told only that her father was a very powerful wizard and was respected as well as feared in his days. She was told she was to follow in his footsteps eventually, even though she wasn't sure where those led. They refused to speak of her mother, only that she came from a pure blood family much like their own.

"It was fine I suppose," Reagan began. "I mean it was better then last summer when they pretended I wasn't even there. They said they had to start teaching me manners, no mind thats what they've been doing my whole life. Said I wasn't presenting myself like a proper pure blood should. Do you know how many stuffy dinners I've attended? Too bloody many."

"Did they say anything about me?" Madeline, who was normally brash, bold and took no shit, spoke in a quiet voice, as if afraid of the answer.

"No, sorry," Reagan shrugged and reached over to squeeze her hand. "It doesn't matter. They think they're entitled just because they have money and the Minister of Magic wrapped around their fingers. You'll just have to show them in a couple of years when you kick them out of office one day right?"

"Yeah, right." Madeline said, her face splitting into a grin. "Hope you don't mind when I do, cause it's going to be embarrassing. Everyone will be talking about it for years! I can see the headlines now, 'Mudblood Makes Esteemed Pure Bloods Run Home To Their Mommy's,"

"Don't worry, I don't. By then I'll be an adult and I'll be making my own name."

They chatted for an hour or so more about how they spent their school-less months when Madeline asked, "Why didn't you want Harry Potter sorted into our house? You never did say."

Reagan shrugged. "My Keepers don't like him," she called her guardians her Keepers most of the time, finding the word fitting. "They talk about him a lot, actually. They don't like that he killed Voldemort; they're scared of him, even if none of 'em will admit it. And if a bunch of powerful wizards are scared of a little boy, there's got to be a reason right? I reckon he'll bring nothing but trouble. Probably cocky too, with all that fame."

"Since when do their opinions matter to you?" Madeline's voice remained even, although red spots flamed on her cheeks, a sure sign she was getting angry. "You said it yourself, he's just a little boy. If he did get sorted into Ravenclaw what would you do? Make his life hell?"

"Of course not," Reagan said indignantly.

"I don't know," Madeline said, easing out of the bed. "Whenever you come back after spending time with them you're always... different. You act like those little Slytherin snakes. All high and mighty and - and pure bloody. You say one thing, and then the next minute something totally contradicting. You say your my friend and it doesn't matter I'm muggle born, and then the next saying how the Ministry is better off in the hands of old blood families. It drives me crazy."

"Madeline wait -," but she was already gone, leaving Reagan to her thoughts.

Reagan and Madeline had become friends slowly throughout their first year. When the end of the year rolled, around Madeline had quickly introduced herself to Reagan's Keepers before she could stop her.

Mr. and Mrs. Selwyn had not been please to say the least. Hurtful words had been exchanged before they hauled her off, going on and on about how no one living under their roof would be friends with a mudblood. Reagan was grounded for not spending her first school year appropriately and not seeking the right kind of acquaintances.

This included not being able to owl or see Madeline to apologize for her guardians atrocious behavior and when second year rolled around they spent the first month being enemies, all because of a misunderstanding.

Reagan rolled over as she heard her year mate Odessa, whisper Nox from her own bed.

"I'm going to make the right choices this year. Right?" she whispered to herself. Mr. Selwyn's voice vibrated in her head.

"You're lucky we allow you to share our name and I'll be damned if you ruin it. So I'm giving you a mission. Watch Harry Potter. He cannot be trusted and we need you to keep him under wraps. Do we have your word?"

She'd thought the request odd, but said yes none the less. Now she wondered if that was not the best decision. As much as she distanced herself from them, as much as she claimed she was different, it was only natural that eleven years worth of lessons and prejudices would rub off, and that scared her.


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On that note, this story will not be solely focused on my OC. The next chapter will be told in Harry's POV, and they will switch off the role of narrater, with an occasional change.

And yes I know this chapter was rather boring. I was setting up the premises and next chapter we will be jumping into the action. I already have it written and this story will be updated every other friday.